What I can not fathom is how he values my presence. I placed my drive dragging my ass off for him in order just to meet him. Didn't notice me being concerned and worried, as he just shoved me chasing me out like a dog sleeping on the floor. I'd like to say to him whether he speaks up to me man-to-man or just snobs me all the way through his entire life living with me under the same roof. If he desires a fight then I will give him one. I am that unmanly to issue a challenge towards a man who is weary, however. Sportsmanship.
"You seem in an irate mood, Lord Geoff. What occurs in this instance, milord?" concerns the man whom I supervise.
"It matters not, young lad. Things were definitely not in concordance." I sigh.
The school that we have met is from the west of the supercontinent. The first event of our encounter was in the canopy of the botanical park during the founding anniversary of the satellite school - Ruby jubilee, sixty years. Well, that was a score ago. The time was dusk where the orange rays of sunset blazed towards the blue marine waters. It was breezy and gusts were astringent to my face therefore, I brought a shawl perfectly to that time. For my entire face and around my neck. Inside the kiosk, we were positioned so far from each other about a couple of bodies away.
She was quivering in the slightest whichever way I detected her squirming. We were alone inside the shed that could filled the area with an estimate of ten persons. I was facing towards the sunset while she looked at the beach to the eastside every moment I was stealing a glance off of her. Of course, I know she was conscious that I was leering at her. The moment that I thought was it shifted into an awkward scene. Therefore, I rectified it by beginning a conversation.
"Would you like to have mine?" I suggested, as I was offering my scarf to her.
"Ah, hehe… I think I am good." she insisted.
"I think it is better you receive this thing on my hand." I insisted as well, handing the scarf to her.
Gradually, she gladly accepted my lent scarf in an abashed mood. I was pleased with her taking the cloth - it is a hybrid of raiment and shawl. As of now, she still keeps it in her wardrobe where she shows alongside with her valuable collection on display. And the rest is history between us. She frowns on big occasions like what happened during those instances when we were just taking our further education. We were at the same grade, though, enrolled in different classes. I was placed in the ace section while she was in the second notch class.
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"Sooner or later, I think we should let him ooze out all of his anger. Not directing to me, maybe to someone he loathes. Or if it is me, then I shall correct any incoherence between us." I say, in a straightforward statement.
"It seems the logic is invalid. Still, Lord Aisla - him, he pretty much displays a nonchalant and pleasant sensation. All of the sudden, he flaunts such an obnoxious feeling with regards to you, milord." as he sounds, trying to reiterate what I've stated.
"It is hard to assume, young lad. I, too, want to know the answers myself. Of what I've done to him. Or of what transpiration had happened between us." I rant, as I stop in the midst of our treading towards the Royal Library.
He as well stops because of how he notices me, as he reacts: "What's the problem all of a sudden, milord?" where he backtracks and makes the drive in approaching me.
I came to the place where I thought I belonged to - in a recluse expanse. Even for just a half of an hour, owning a room would entirely please me. Up above the bluffs, in the forest, book room, my personal chamber, squabble room when everyone is out of the presence, and all of the others where nobody will bother me. And especially, the cove where I met Lady Anda. Faster than the snap of a finger, I got connected to her. We shared stories of our upbringings, the land where we hailed from, how we ended up and got our schooling there in 'University of Inglovian Occidental', and things like those. From dry introductions to meaningful conversations.
"Will you accompany me once again, young lad?" I politely request his service.
"Indeed, milord. Where to?" he confirms my biddings, with no hesitations to his further interest.
Meanwhile, as we have had reached the rendezvous then we stall for a bit right at the doorstep of someone's chamber. By the looks of it, he is anxious as I am. The recurring irky and squeamish vibe relapses. I beckon the fresh lad to leave, in a non-verbal gesture since he has done his part.
"Are you certain of your judgment, Lord Geoff, leaving you right about now and here?" he argues, asking in a gentle and low tone of voice.
I nod: "Yes, young lad. You have a bright future ahead of you. Contemplate carefully…" as I shush him and chase him away wherein a subsequent event, he slowly turns his back off of me.
I prompt to knock on the knob. Three strong thuds. Knock. Knock. Knock. In a sequence with no rhythmic pattern. I enter the chamber in a slow fashion like a flower blooming in the morning. I see the face of the marshal with his adjutant besides him. General Clyden is about to engage where he puts his dominant hand on his skirt belt reaching for his scabbard. I ready myself as I also place my hand on the sheath if ever he's going to pounce at me. Well of course, I am going to parry his assault.
"Clyden, hold your stance!" Lord Aisla prompts, as he bellows.
"Yes, milord." replies by the right hand man, as he's reprimanded by the marshal himself.
The marshal rises from his bed, as dictates upon me: "State your intentions." in a courteous manner, I never answer right away, just hold my breath.
The tension in this room still oscillates around. Inciting an altercation is never of my desire. I come in peace and to resolute things that had been misunderstood.